When Darkness Ends (Guardians of Eternity #12)(48)

She fumbled awkwardly as she attempted to adjust him, and gritting his teeth, Cyn managed to avoid embarrassing himself. Then, with a low groan, he was at last pushing the crest of his erection into her entrance.

She was tight.

Gloriously tight as he forged his way inside her. A moan was wrenched from his throat at the sensation of her silky heat clenched around him like a glove. God. Damn. Nothing had ever felt so good.

“Cyn,” she moaned, her hair tumbling forward to brush his chest as Cyn grasped her hips and lifted her upward before plunging back into her with a slow, maddening tempo.

“Fallon,” he echoed, the savage pleasure already twisting his lower stomach into a tight ball of anticipation. “My sweet princess.”

Her lips parted as she matched his rhythm, her beautiful face flushed with the same desire that blazed through him. He lifted his head off the mattress, the beads in his braid rattling as he latched on to one nipple. At the same time he reached between them, using his finger to stroke over her clit.

She whimpered, meeting his thrusts with a frantic enthusiasm that had him swiftly rushing toward his release. With a muttered curse, he angled his hips upward, pressing ever deeper as his pace increased.

He muttered ancient curses as his head dropped back to the mattress, his entire body on fire.

It felt so good.

Too good.

His fingers tightened on Fallon’s hips as she made a strangled sound of sheer bliss, her slender body arching as she was overwhelmed by her climax. Cyn watched in fierce satisfaction as she shook with a stunned shock at her first orgasm. But all too soon the feel of her channel gripping his cock with tiny ripples had him thundering toward his own release. With one last thrust, he was shouting out as he came with a violent force that he felt to his very soul.

Urging the trembling Fallon to lay against his chest, Cyn wrapped his arms around her body, his cunning mind already plotting his next step in binding her to him.

Making love to this woman had been fabulous. Mind-blowing.

But he wanted more than sex from her.

He wanted her bound so closely to him that she never, ever wanted to leave.

Chapter Eleven

Fallon struggled to catch her breath, slowly drifting back to earth.

Okay. That was . . . Words failed her.

She’d expected the shattering climax. Cyn was a sexually attractive male who had the sort of experience to make any woman melt into a puddle of satisfied, boneless bliss.

But she hadn’t understood just how intimate the joining would be.

He hadn’t just touched her. Every stroke of his fingers had sent shock waves of pleasure deep inside her body. His kisses hadn’t been a mere meeting of the lips. He’d intoxicated her with the deep, slow brush of his tongue and scrape of his fangs as they’d traced the line of her throat. And the cool press of his skin against hers hadn’t just aroused her to a fever pitch, he’d branded his enticing male scent deep into her flesh.

And when she’d reached her climax, she felt as if she’d been flung into the stars, tossed free from her body, only to return an entirely different woman.

Lost in her ridiculous thoughts, Fallon allowed Cyn to roll to the side, snuggling her tight against his body.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

Was she?

Fallon blinked, still struggling to regain command of her fragmented thoughts.

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

“Hell.” Cyn jerked his head up so he could stare down at her in concern. “Was I too rough?”

“No. I just . . .” She sucked in a deep breath, trying to slow the pace of her thundering heart. “I didn’t realize it would be like that.”

His worried expression was replaced by a slow, wicked grin. “Oh, princess, I can promise you that it’s never like this.”

She frowned. Was he mocking her innocence?

“What do you mean?”

“What happened between us was rare.” He leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. “Extraordinary.”

A thrill of excitement fluttered in the pit of her stomach. It had felt extraordinary. As if . . .

With a muffled curse she slammed a mental door on her dangerous thoughts.

Cyn had shared this bed with a thousand different women.

She was just the next willing body.

Nothing extraordinary about that.

“I suppose you feel you have to say that.”

The words had barely left her lips when she found herself flat on her back and an angry vampire perched on top of her.

“Stop.”

Her eyes widened as she caught sight of his grim expression. “Cyn?”

“You can accuse me of enjoying more than my fair share of life’s pleasures, but don’t you dare try to cheapen what just happened between us,” he growled.

“I didn’t,” she protested.

The jade eyes narrowed. “You just implied I was pulling out some stock answer after a random hookup.”

She lowered her lashes, a blush staining her cheeks. “I just don’t need you to pretend that I’m any different from the other women you’ve been with.”

“Holy shite.” He impatiently brushed back one of the braids that framed his handsome face. “Aye, I’ve been with plenty of females, but they came to me knowing that our time together was all about fun.”